raja ram ke beto phate aasan pe tum leto
ek deen dukhiya maa ka tumko dular
banwasini sita ka tumko pyar
ab ye jopadi hai mahal, ayodhya hai yahi jungle
is van me apna ab naya sansar
banwasini sita ka tumko pyar

mila ban ka tumhe kona, to ispar mat dukhi hona
mila ban ka tumhe kona, to ispar mat dukhi hona
mere aanchal tale ae naunihalo sukh se tum sona
sukh se tum sona
mai dungi raat bhar pehra, nirakh tum dono ka chehra
lungi baliya man me baarambaar
banwasini sita ka tumko pyar

na chandi ka yaha palna, na resham ki yaha dori
na chandi ka yaha palna, na resham ki yaha dori
yaha hai tute sapne aur meri aansu bhari lori
aansu bhari lori
mai ek lachar abla hu, siva mamta ke mai kya du
mere bagya se bacho dungi takrar
banwasini sita ka tumko pyar
raja ram ke beto phate aasan pe tum lete
ek deen dukhiya maa ka tumko dular
banwasini sita ka tumko pyar
banwasini sita ka tumko pyar

Upon a tattered mat, sons of Ram, you lie,
A mother’s sorrow, in your eyes I spy.
For you, the exiled Sita's tender care,
Now this hut, a palace, the forest, a new air.
This wilderness, our world, our only sphere,
For you, the exiled Sita's love is here.

Though forest's edge, your haven, do not weep,
Though forest's edge, your haven, where shadows sleep.
Within my arms, my children, softly sleep,
And watch you as you sleep.
I'll guard your slumber, gaze upon your face,
And whisper prayers in this lonely place,
For you, the exiled Sita's tender care.

No silver cradle here, nor silken thread,
No silver cradle here, nor silken bed.
Just broken dreams and lullabies I’ve bred,
Lullabies instead.
A helpless woman, I, with naught to lend,
But mother's love, until our journey's end,
My children, fate and I we now must share,
For you, the exiled Sita's tender care.
Upon a tattered mat, sons of Ram, you lie,
A mother’s sorrow, in your eyes I spy.
For you, the exiled Sita's tender care,
For you, the exiled Sita's love is here.
For you, the exiled Sita's love is here.